Slowly stepping forward
I can feel the sand between
my toes and conforming perfectly
to the arches of my feet
The air is warm but the sand
is cold from the water, which
clings to the memory of it’s
winter chill
Still moving forward I feel
the first wave wash over my
feet and my flesh comes alive
with each follicle standing aware
My body makes me hold back,
yet my soul yearns for the water
I force myself forward until
it rises, just above my ankle,
slowly kneeling into the cold
pure lake
My entire body is alive with
tingling in anticipation of the
cold baptism
Now I lay back and feel the water
run over me, the sounds of the world
muffled
And I am alone,
one with lake and alive
I open my eyes as the water washes past
And I see the clear blue sky,
dotted with the distant sun
This poem has very good imagery, i felt like i was there doing the things you were doing in the sand. Feeling the earth embrace me as nature intended. Great write my friend!